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Looking around, [Name] nodded approvingly at her current workspace and smiled. She had gathered up everything she would need to make her infamous French Vanilla cake. She grabbed a large mixing bowl and went straight to work, sifting her flour, cracking her eggs and so on. [Name]'s attention was so focused on the challenge before her, she didn't notice a certain silver-haired man sneak into her kitchen until he was directly behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her thin waist. "Heya, [Name]-chan," his smooth voice whispered, and she felt his warm breath on her neck as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "Whatcha up to, darlin'?"

A smile immediately appeared on [Name]'s face from contact with the man she cared so much for, but her main focus remained on her current task, as she expertly mixed together the ingredients and poured them into a cake pan. "Isn't it obvious?," she questioned, a mocking tone in her voice. "I'm baking, Gin." She paused for a moment and glanced over at Gin, his head still placed on her shoulder, a glazed look in his normally slitted eyes.

"Hn, you don't say..," he trailed off, clearly none too interested in her baking. "Y'know, you could give this bakin' thing a rest an' we could go do somethin' a little more...fun," his voice was low, as his hands traced [Name]'s curves seductively. Just as he placed his thin lips to the base of [Name]'s neck, she brushed him off in an attempt to ignore the good-looking male. Grabbing the pan full of cake batter, she crossed the kitchen and popped it in the oven, setting the timer, but Gin wasn't prepared to take no for an answer. He followed closely behind her, a scheming look on his face and, when she had closed the door to the hot oven, he placed his hands on her bottom.

An irritated sigh escaped [Name]'s lips and she turned to face him. "C'mon, Gin. I've really gotta get this thing done."

"Fine, fine," Gin muttered, holding his hands up in the air, defeated. "I'll just go, then." He lowered his hands and walked slowly down the hallway to his bedroom.

Feeling somewhat guilty, [Name] made her way out to the living room to wait for her timer to go off, signaling a finished cake. As she crossed from the kitchen to the living room, she walked by a long, floor-length mirror and something caught her eye. She stared at her reflection and her eyes darted down to her bum. There was two hand prints there, in what seemed like cake flour. Her eyes narrowed at the sight and she took a deep breath. "GIN! What the hell?!"

A low chuckle could he heard from down the hallway and Gin popped his head out from his room. "Hmm? Is there a problem, [Name]-chan?," he asked, a devilish grin on his face. [Name] quickly made her way to the room and stopped in front of him, hands on her hips. At first, Gin thought he had made a big mistake, but her expression softened when he spoke.

"Alright, Gin. You've got fifteen minutes until my cake is done." She was barely able to finish her sentence before a set of arms snaked themselves around her torso and pulled her into the dark room. She could see the victorious smile playing on Gin's lips.

"No worries, darlin'. I can accomplish a lot in fifteen minutes.